Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
Old Secrets
Arthur wanted Jean riding him, he had seen this in his sons' magazines, to see her face…later, her walls started contracting, the stab on his back coming down towards his groin, his world exploded, and to his horror, he screamed. "Jean, Jean, my love. I love you." His voice full of love and passion, it wasn't the sex talking, he had loved her even before Molly was gone, forgive me Molly, please do.
And amazingly, she held him tighter and kissed his eyebrows, his face, over and over with such tenderness; nobody had ever looked at him just so. He had married Molly so young, and she started having children right away; her tenderness was for the children. And Bella, how he had loved her, but her eyes were, always, sad and desperate. Jean's eyes were understanding, full of feeling and made him want to be lost in her, to be one with her. Jean was crying as she repeated, " I love you, I love you, I love you."
And tears rolled down his eyes, tears of joy. He felt himself go hard again. He could do that sometimes up to four times, but when he was younger. He was still inside of her. She gasped this was a new one for her. "I love you my Jean, I have for a while."
They were kissing, rolling on the thick throw, kissing and biting. They were celebrating life, second chances and a great love. "Ride me love," he held on to her breasts, and she gave him a ride he would never forget. A couple of hours went by, they had not stopped loving, he could not stop touching and kissing her. He had come in her mouth; he wanted to tell someone, because it had never happened to him. He would tell Bill, he always gave him good advice. He wanted to learn more how to please her, and Bill would tell him. Come to think of it, Bill was his best friend.
Jean being a Muggle, held a special attraction. A fact, he couldn't deny, but it was her uninhibited nature, and her ability to express her needs and love, that he could not have enough of it.
During one of their love breaks he saw Bella, the same summer dress, she sat on the air, by the fireplace, she smiled, "My Arthur, my love, you deserve to be loved, to be happy. I don't like to see you sad. Look at the young witch my love, you found her. Tell her we loved each other."
He blinked, and she was gone. "Was someone here? Maybe outside the door?" Jean asked. "No, just us."Arthur kissed her, he was happy, Bella was right. They were kissing when they heard someone trying to open the door, and the two dogs started to bark.
They heard Harry talking to a woman, and the woman said "Oh, oh, maybe Hermione is there with Adrian, or Arthur and Jean." They heard laughter. And Harry saying, "Nah, no, no way. He is too old for Jean; she had Hermione when she was just 19. She is still a real babe, and all the wizards in the high 30's are in love with her. They are waiting for her to accept their courting. Even Lucius' relatives court her. Let's go to the kitchen, and I will make you some tea. Perhaps we can have a late dessert, before the others arrive and we all go to bed. I am a little tired, but we could do that."
Arthur chuckled, no longer worried, "Do you think I am too old, would you prefer the younger wizards?"
Harry says no
"No, Gaby, I don't think it is a good idea. I have already done the selfish bit, and I cannot do casual relationships. I am in love, have been for a long time, and I am committed to my three young children. I cannot change their lives any more." Harry had given up on going for her.
She interrupted him, "Do you still love Ginny? She doesn't deserve it. She has dated everyone I know, even one of my first cousins. She is serious about an older wizard, older than Arthur." She was pouting and not very happy. Fleur and Ron had told him that he was available, and he wasn't seeing anyone. She had been waiting for him all her life.
"No, not Ginny, please don't ask. It would not be fair to her." Harry finished preparing her the hot cocoa and sat by her. "You are beautiful; surely, you have a lot of Wizards wanting to court you."
Harry wanted to nudge her out his personal life. He should have kept his mouth quiet, but it wasn't fair to make her hope. And he wasn't about to marry another fan, one had been plenty.
Harry was feeling trapped and wished he had not encouraged Gabrielle; but what was done was done, live and learn, he internally sighed, now it was time to retreat.
"There are some wizards, but I have wanted you to be mine since I was but a young girl." She did her pheromone thing on Harry. It didn't work because he was in love with someone else, and he had died once before. What it did, was to make him feel itchy. It was the same as when Fleur had tried to get close to him before she went for Ron. He started sneezing, she looked at him puzzled. This supposed to be fool proofed.
It was time to take her to her room, alone.
Jean and Arthur.
They sat the couch, holding each other tight. They had dressed partially, not by Arthur's choice. What now, he didn't want to sleep alone. What was he saying? The reality is that he didn't want to be away from her, not for one minute.
"What are we going to do?" Arthur asked, "I am already upset about letting you go even for a night. I know what I want; I am not a young man looking for a nice time." His face on her head, he was so very happy, it was such a gift.
"I know what you mean." She felt secure and safe, at night she often had nightmares. She remembered the time they were attacked by Death Eaters at home. And then Jacques killed by Dark Magic, and now with Arthur she felt just fine. She always felt good with Arthur in their home.
"I meant you are what I want, I don't want to let you out my sight. You are too beautiful, too delicate for a person like me; and to think you want me, makes my head spin." His hands shook, and to calm down, he ran the hands through her beautiful hair.
"I know, you are what I want. I feel too old to date. I don't know what can be done. I am an adult. Just stay over and at night..."Jean was mostly talking to herself. She didn't want to date, for what, they have been around each other for several years, and she had loved him for at least one.
He cut her off in mid-sentence,"No, I don't like that. It would be disrespectful, you are a lady, and that would be cheapening you. Adrian and Hermione they are engaged, it is different.
He held her and thought some more, and he came up with a good solution.
Too bad someone close to him had other ideas.
Hermione and Adrian- Secrets Revealed - Part 1
"Please tell me again," Adrian asked Hermione. He couldn't believe it. He didn't expect this at all.
In the upstairs room, Hermione laid her head on Adrian's chest. She had told him the news, the surprise she alluded to earlier that day. And he was sorry to have been so jealous and so silly.
He had been avoiding this talk. He was very afraid of the surprise. Earlier that day, when he had asked her to go away for a while, and then when she had wanted to wait until later this night, his world had turned dark.
He had been willing to propose a triad, but he didn't like wizards. However, he knew it could be worked out. He was thinking about all that happened while he played with her hair; he loved her body next to him.
Marcus was a good friend, and had reminded him, "Ade, have your forgotten dear friend, you are voyeur, how many times I wanted to kick your arse for sitting to watch me as if I was entertainment, and thanks again for ruining many of my dates, just sitting there with butter-beer and a bowl of crips." He smacked Ade on the head. But now Marcus might have found someone, hopefully.
True, he liked watching, often at their bachelors pad, he would sit and watch Marcus and his conquests, and the other wizards that loved to share and play. He wasn't even jealous of Harry; he was really turned on at the idea, and could do it; sharing that was.
Well, but he would have to watch, the idea of Hermione alone with Harry didn't sit well with him. This would need to be told up front. He would be fair to Harry and the same would go for him.
This was part of his family history, and in many of the Pureblood's. Until the beginning of the twentieth century, it was not uncommon for brothers to share a spouse, if the other's spouse died, usually giving birth. Bringing more witches into the household was usually a bad thing for the living children.
In the times when the wives had their own rooms, the sharing was done with more ease. With the closer living and modern ideas, the practice had fallen out practice. Except in some families like
the Lestrange where brothers had to share their wife; the Malfoy the sharing between father and son when the father's wife died; Pucey shared between brothers, and so on. Marcus had even asked him if he were considering poly-amore, to please include him.
"Adrian, why Harry, why not me? I am your best mate after all, and my parents would give the right eye to have her as their daughter." He meant it and was }a bit pissed.
Adrian had laughed, "This isn't open season, and it is just for Hermione and the children." Marcus wasn't convinced.
"How about the French witch?"
"She is leaving tonight, after we go party. But I will be seeing her again, maybe." Marcus looked thoughtful.
Sharing was not the problem, it was wizards like Draco and Blaise who loved witches best, but loved to try every option, that was not for him. He would have to make that clear up front. No Blaise or Draco surprise attacks, he shuddered. Marcus avoided them like a plague. "Never get drunk and go into bed, with either of them, to share a witch, you are sure to get buggered, even if for second." Adrian would always laugh seeing Marcus turn green.
He came back to reality, to the room and stared at Hermione. Who was also in a woof her own, rubbing her belly, her hand was over their baby.
He would tell later tell her Harry was an option, and even tell him so he wouldn't suffer. But he wanted some time alone with her. However, he knew how important the three children were to her, and suspected the subject would come up before the night was over. They were to him as well, and he wasn't going to lose them.
She licked his nipples, and he squirmed, "Bad kitten, I am still waiting for your answer," he laughed.
"Tell me again, when?" He asked again. He stared at her face. Damn, he loved this witch, his parents were right; she was a star amongst the witches, smart, powerful, beautiful, and a good, loyal friend. Hmm, scratch that out, too good can be a bad thing; ask him, all these years waiting for this bad witch, hmm.
"Miss Granger, I am waiting for an answer, do you want to be sent to wash all the cauldrons, and lick them clean with your tongue. And then I will bugger your properly," He said in his awful Snape's imitation.
She chuckled, "Sorry, I am so happy and lazy, plus I cannot forget about the chocolate-mouse-cake in the desert fridge, I want a piece. Don't pinch me and stop biting; I swear the Pucey's must have been cannibals. Ok, the baby Pucey will come in nearly four and a half months plus a week or two, it was a fluke. I had normal times of the month, and I did not know this could happen. I was attributing the symptoms to being tired. Darn, I said no biting, pulling hair, or pinching, what is it with you?"
She paused to give him a hard stare, and he lifted his brows feigning innocence. He was horrible, and his mother had told her how Ade had had bitten everyone on sight, and still pulled his mother's long hair. But he was so adorable.
"Kitten, you know, I have an oral fixation, and a finger fixation." He looked very innocent.
She huffed, but had to smile, and continued, "Whatever, so, it is a little boy. Our son, here is surprise number two; look at the wall; he is around 18 or 19 weeks or so."
She turned around, grabbed the small remote from the table, and clicked a couple of buttons.
In her large TV she was displaying a picture from the Center, the one she picked up this morning; Blaise had it ready for her. She wanted to have all the things on hand before telling him.
In full color, their tiny son was sucking a tiny thumb. Then, she giggled, "There, mean wizard, so much for a piggy having a roundish belly, I was thinking the same. I have never been a big eater, but the little Pucey is a growing boy, and he loves Perdu's cooking."
Adrian, kissed her several times, his heart was about to burst, and in a swift impulse, he kneeled in the bed in one knee; trying his best to appear formal without a stitch of clothes on.
"Ah, one moment please," he bent left and pulled a small box out his robe pockets." Will you be my wife, soon, this weekend? I don't need a big wedding, my mother does, but we can do that later, how about Las Vegas, we can leave tomorrow, or Denmark, please?" His voice was pleading; he wanted to marry tonight if he could. A vow might be okay; but it wasn't enough.
He was offering her his family's bride ring. She got up, went down on her knees to be at his height, accepted his ring, and embraced him with all her strength. After a minute, she realized something and said with sadness, "And, what am I going to tell Harry and the children?"
He was ready. "Whatever you want love, I just want you, whatever you want, and I mean the sky is the limit, Harry, the children, all is well, a big happy family, as long as you keep me as well. We can go and share the news with him tonight; we can make the arrangements for the big ceremony when we come back." He spoke between kisses.
"My beautiful love, my Adrian, thanks so much. You know all about Harry, you are the only one. I still love him, but you are my best, I loved you since the first time we made love at your parents, and I have never stopped." Her eyes shone with tears. She needed to tell Adrian, tell him now; and bury all her dead, tonight.
"My parents are still in the continent, can we stop to see them first, I want to show them their grandson, and you could bring your travel computer. We will not tell them about the wedding that will be a surprise, please?"
She took his hand and put it in her belly. "Of course, whatever you want. Everyone is going to get a big surprise tomorrow that is for sure. What a great day."
Yes, she was right, Oh, yes, everyone, including them. There were going to be surprised themselves.
"Adrian, love, can we go and tell Harry? I know, he has been worried, once we tell him we can come back; remember that I still have a treat for you tonight." She kissed his chest and brought his hand to her bum.
His blue eyes went dark; her words had made him hard, "Give me my treat first, and then we will go." He sounded demanding.
"Nope, because first you are going to bring me down to eat cake, on the way back we will stop by Harry, and then we are going into the big tub, just as we did the other time. And I will be too tired and will fall sleep. And tomorrow after lunch we need to make plans to Portkey, later in the evening."
"You drive a hard bargain, in the tub did you say?" This was too tempting, she knew him too much. She could do the thing with her fingers, hmm.
"Yup," a naughty smile stayed on her lips.
"Adrian, wait, before we see Harry, I am going to tell you something. I don't want to hang between us. And you must promise me this is the first and last time, 'it' will be mentioned. There is only one other person alive who knows this. OK? And remember Harry was just eighteen and saving the world. Nobody was well at the time." Her voice was shaky and sad.
Adrian didn't like the way this was going, if Harry had done something bad to her, world savior or not, he would hurt him, and kick his ass out their home.
a/n Harry/Harry what have you done?